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The Miss Cutie Patootie Pageant	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 35728 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 4: Mr. Herb
Lola had stopped in her tracks in the hallway, and now she looked around, trying to think. Lana was supposed to take care of Pops Gonzalez, so Lola needed to warn her about Lolly’s threat. But how could Lola do that when she and Lana couldn’t be seen together?
Then Lola spotted Lynn in the hallway, and headed for her.
***
Lincoln was having a crisis. What he did to Lolly Pop had felt good at the time, but now that the rush had faded, he was starting to feel kind of crummy about it.
Did he even want to keep doing this? He wanted Lola to win, and Lord knew he wanted that PlayBox One P, but his discomfort with all of this was stronger than ever.
Maybe he could bail. He could just put out the Do Not Disturb sign until “the rounds” were over. Yes, he’d be letting Lola down, but she could probably still win the pageant without-
There was a knock at the door.
Lincoln crept silently to the peephole and saw Kimmy Cuddle waiting outside. The little black girl was adorable in her puffy pigtails, red flannel pajamas, and a little handbag that looked like Mitzi Mouse’s face.
Lincoln froze. What was he going to do? Pretend not to be in the room?
There was another knock.
“Mr. Herb?” the cute girl called.
Lincoln noticed that she called him “Mr. Herb,” and not “Mr. Spice” like Sadie Godiva, or “Uncle Herb” like Lolly Pop. There was something charming about it—informal, but still respectful.
A deep male voice that must have belonged to one of the bodyguards said, “Uh-oh. Hope the old geezer didn’t have a heart attack in there.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” another man’s voice said. “Hey, kid, move out of the way; we gotta bust down the door.”
Lincoln, suddenly galvanized, practically threw the door open.
“Hi Kimmy!” he said rapidly. “Sorry to make you wait. Come on in!”
The girl came inside while Lincoln put out the Do Not Disturb sign. As he closed the door, he heard one of the bodyguards say, “Nope, not a heart attack.”
“The night’s young,” the other one replied.
Lincoln turned to look at Kimmy. She had climbed onto the bed and was looking at him with smiling eyes.
“Hi, Mr. Herb!” Kimmy said cheerfully. “Can I sit on your lap?”
Lincoln didn’t know what he had been expecting Kimmy to say, but it hadn’t been anything nearly so innocent.
“Um, sure,” he replied.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and Kimmy climbed onto his lap.
“You seem nice, Mr. Herb,” Kimmy said, snuggling against him.
Lincoln found himself wrapping his arms around the girl as he replied, “Um, you, uh, seem nice too, Kimmy.”
She wriggled happily in his lap, and Lincoln was suddenly aware of the tautness of her small bottom against his crotch.
“Thank you, Mr. Herb,” the girl said. Then she leaned her head back and up toward his as she whispered, “But sometimes, I’m very, very naughty.”
“Uh…” Lincoln said, not sure how to respond.
“Sometimes,” Kimmy went on, “I’m such a bad girl that I have to be spanked.”
She turned over in his lap and lay across it face-down, with her bottom turned up toward Lincoln. He saw now how the thin red flannel of Kimmy’s PJs clung to it, showing off her small, toned ass—and even the little cleft between her thighs—in perfect detail.
“If you wanna spank me,” Kimmy said saucily as she turned her head to look up at him, “I’m sure I deserve it.”
Lincoln looked back at her with wide eyes. Kimmy appeared to interpret this as an answer in the affirmative, because she bit her lip with both feigned contrition and, it seemed to Lincoln, genuine lust.
He couldn’t help himself: Despite all his misgivings, the seductive look on Kimmy’s face and that perfect bubble butt on his lap were irresistible. He raised a hand and brought it down on her ass, hard enough to make a slapping sound but not hard enough to sting.
“Yes, Mr Herb!” the girl squealed gleefully. “I’ve been so bad! Gimme what I deserve!”
He spanked her again, and again, loving the sensation of her springy little bottom against his palm each time he struck. He could feel his cock hardening in his pants.
Perhaps Kimmy could feel it too, because after a few more hits she cried, “Oh, Mr. Herb, I’ll be good from now on, I promise!”
Lincoln stopped spanking her, and she looked up at him again as she said, with mock penitence, “I’ll be so well behaved. I’ll do anything you say.” Then she wiggled her bottom just slightly as she added, “You can put your thing anywhere you want to, and I won’t complain one little bit.”
That was when it happened.
Up until that moment, Herb Spice had merely been an alias, a cover identity, a role that Lincoln had been faking his way through as best he could. But suddenly, as he looked at this hot, willing, much-too-young girl with her seductive smile and her perfect little body, he no longer felt like a young boy in a disguise. He was Herb Spice. And the next thing he knew, his hands were moving all over Kimmy’s body, feeling and exploring every square inch of her.
“What a pretty girl you are, Miss Kimmy,” he said, and he could hear his voice deepening with lust. “I’ll bet you’re even prettier without those PJs.”
“Uh-huh!” Kimmy replied.
She put her arms out in front of her like a flying superhero. When Lincoln realized that she was inviting him to remove her PJ top, he grabbed the garment by the hem and peeled the red pajama top off of the little girl’s body.
“Nice,” Lincoln said, running his hand over the smooth skin of the little girl’s bare back. “Now for the fun part.”
Kimmy giggled, and Lincoln pulled down the girl’s red pajama bottoms and pink undies, exposing her little bubble butt.
“Oh, Kimmy,” Lincoln said, smiling broadly, “your bottom is just perfect.”
The girl looked up at him as she replied, “Thank you, Mr. Herb!”
She reached into her little Mitzi Mouse handbag and pulled out a tube of something called “StellarLube.” She reached back to offer the tube to Lincoln, who took it, knowing from Lola’s book what it was for.
“Hands and knees, sweetheart,” Lincoln said, sounding strangely adult.
Kimmy happily scrambled off Lincoln’s lap and got on all fours on the bed, facing away from him. Then she turned her head to look back at Lincoln.
“Put it in, Mr. Herb,” she said eagerly.
It didn’t matter that he had never had intercourse before, let alone anal sex. Because even though this was all strange and new to Lincoln, Herb Spice was in his element.
He squirted a short line of clear gel onto his index finger and generously anointed Kimmy’s little rear hole with it. To be thorough, he pushed his fingertip inside, making the girl sigh softly with pleasure. If he hadn’t been hard as a rock before, he certainly was now.
“Here we go,” Lincoln said, getting up on his knees behind the little girl.
He began to push his length into Kimmy’s ass, and the girl sighed again, louder than before.
“That’s really nice, Mr. Herb…”
He pushed in until his hip bones were pressed against Kimmy’s wonderfully springy ass. Then he pulled out and pushed in again, making Kimmy squeal in delight.
Lincoln was so horny that he couldn’t help himself; in moments, he was steadily pumping Kimmy’s tight little ass. He relished the way his hips bounced off her perfect bubble butt with every thrust.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” they grunted in unison. Lincoln couldn’t help but be even more turned on by the high, unmistakably childish pitch of Kimmy’s sounds of pleasure.
She turned her head and looked back at him. Then, her voice hitching with each of Lincoln’s thrusts into her ass, she said, “Wanna- see- something- neat?”
Lincoln paused mid-stroke, keeping his cock buried in the little girl’s bottom as he eagerly replied, “Sure.”
Not letting Lincoln’s cock slip out of her, the extremely flexible young girl bent her head and shoulders down and underneath her torso until she was looking up at Lincoln from between her own thighs. She grinned at him, then, as he watched, started eating her own bald pussy.
“Mmmm…” she hummed sexily.
“Daaaaaamnnnnn,” Lincoln breathed.
There was simply no way Lincoln could control himself now. He fucked Kimmy with fervor, not taking his eyes off the sight of her cute little ass, that cute face beneath it, and the sweet peach that face was eating.
“YaaaaAAAAAAH!” Lincoln cried, shooting a massive load deep into Kimmy’s tight little ass, which his hands gripped tightly.
Kimmy abruptly stopped eating herself out and screamed, “AaaaaAAAAH!” as she came along with Lincoln.
When their ecstasy subsided, Kimmy rolled out from beneath Lincoln, allowing him to collapse onto the bed without landing on her. Then she turned on her side and snuggled up to him.
“You’re a nice man, Mr. Herb,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder.
Lincoln, still panting from effort and orgasm, replied, “You’re…a nice…girl…Kimmy.”
They lay there for about a minute. Then Kimmy got up from the bed and said, “‘Scuse me—gotta go get cleaned up.”
She picked up her red PJs and little purse and toddled into the bathroom. Lincoln was still on the bed and had only just caught his breath when she emerged a couple of minutes later. She came over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“G’night, Mr. Herb! I had fun!” she said.
“Good night, Kimmy!” Lincoln called after her as she went out the door.
***
Having just emerged from Brad Bradford’s hotel room, Lana walked down the hall toward her next destination, doing her best imitation of Lola’s straight posture and ladylike gait instead of just ambling along as she normally would. She soon came within earshot of Lynn, who was chatting with some of the other bodyguards.
“…So I let the guy go,” Lynn was saying, “and I’m about to go grab another one when my brother says, ‘Stop! It’s not even a boy! It’s a girl.’”
“Heh,” replied the burly, flat-topped bodyguard whom Lynn had previously put in a wrist lock. “We all know what that means.”
“She liiiikes hiiiim…” said another bodyguard, a red-haired man with mirrored sunglasses.
“So we talk my brother into going out there and kissing her…” Lynn continued.
“Uh-oh, I think I know where this is going,” said a thickset bodyguard with a goatee.
“And the next thing we know,” Lynn went on, “he comes back inside with a black eye.”
“I remember when Becky Turner gave me a black eye in the fifth grade,” said the man with the sunglasses. “Girl had a mean right. I was so into her…”
Just then, Lynn seemed to notice Lana approaching.
“Hey, ‘Suzi,’” Lynn said. “C’mere.”
Lana went over to her. “What’s up?”
Lynn leaned down and whispered in Lana’s ear as the blonde girl listened, nodding.
When Lynn finished, Lana replied in a low voice, “Hang out outside the door and do your bodyguard thing. But I’m pretty sure I’ve got this.”
***
Lincoln had cleaned himself up and was just retying the sash of his royal-blue robe when there was another knock at the door. He went to the peephole and saw Polly Prancer outside. The ponytailed Asian girl was dressed in a green satin nightie with thin straps that left her shoulders largely bare and a hemline that barely reached her thighs.
To Herb Spice, she looked absolutely scrumptious.
“Come on in, sweetie!” Lincoln said cheerfully as he opened the door for the girl.
“Hi, Mr. Spice,” Polly replied with equal cheer.
She put out the Do Not Disturb sign and shut the door, then came into the room. Lincoln noticed that she was carrying a little heart-shaped handbag. He also noticed the way Polly’s eyes quickly scanned the floor of the room, as though she were measuring it, before she looked up at him.
“Did you like my dancing today, Mr. Spice?” the girl asked coyly.
“I sure did,” Lincoln replied. “You’re really good.”
“Thank you,” Polly said, doing a barely perceptible curtsey. “If you want, I could do a little dance for you right now.”
“That sounds terrific,” Lincoln said.
Lincoln sat down on the edge of the bed. He was still recovering from his three sexual encounters so far, and he welcomed the thought of being passively entertained for a bit.
Polly opened her heart-shaped purse and took out an MP3 player and a pair of tiny speakers. She set these on the dresser and touched the MP3 player’s screen. A sultry salsa tune began to play.
Polly’s routine seemed to combine elements of ballet, Latin dance, and some forms Lincoln wasn’t familiar with, but every move carried an erotic charge. Near the beginning, Polly raised her arms in the air, snaked them slowly down to her shoulders like a belly dancer, then ran her hands over the smooth satin front of her nightie, momentarily stretching the green fabric tight over her chest and making her nipples protrude through it. Then she spun halfway around and, her hands still moving steadily down her body, smoothed the green satin over her taut little ass, showing its curves to Lincoln. Despite everything that had happened so far that night, Lincoln began to feel a stirring in his paisley boxer shorts.
Polly gave Lincoln a smoky look as she danced fluidly over to him. Then she put her hands on his knees and pushed them apart so that she could stand between them. She was undulating now, her body moving as smoothly and gracefully as gentle swells on the ocean.
Again, she raised up her hands and then brought them slowly down over her body, drawing Lincoln’s eyes to each detail of her form as they went. But this time, when her fingers reached the high hemline of her satin nightgown, they grasped it, and then she was gracefully pulling the gown up and off of her body.
Lincoln inhaled deeply at the sight of the half-naked girl. Polly now wore only a pair of shiny green panties that matched perfectly the nightgown that the girl had just tossed onto the bed next to Lincoln.
Once again, Polly’s hands went up and then moved slowly down her body. This time, it was as though they were giving Lincoln a tour of her every feature: her oval face with its deep-brown eyes and sultry lips; her slender, graceful neck; her well-toned shoulders; her flat chest with its inviting dark-brown nipples; her slim waist and taut stomach; her hips, adorned with those shiny green panties; and her thighs, which were appropriately skinny for a girl of Polly’s young age but nonetheless were visibly toned, probably from years of dance training.
“You’re gorgeous,” Lincoln breathed.
Polly smiled at him and said, “Thank you.”
She turned around, looking back over her shoulder at Lincoln. Then, slowly, she bent forward and slid her green satin panties down to her ankles, giving Lincoln a perfect view of her smooth, toned, flawless ass.
He was Herb Spice, and if there was one thing Herb Spice wasn’t shy about, it was touching little girls. So Lincoln had a confident and joyful smile on his face as he ran the palms of his hands over the perfect curves of young Polly’s ass cheeks.
“Mmmm,” Polly said.
She straightened up and turned back around to face Lincoln. As she did so, she took hold of his hands, keeping one on her ass while moving the other around the circumference of her waist and planting it firmly on her other tight little globe.
Talk about turning the other cheek, Lincoln thought.
Not now, inner Luan, he thought back.
Polly let go of Lincoln’s wrists and slid her hands into his royal blue robe. Her small but nimble fingers quickly found the prize inside his boxers and, in a matter of moments, massaged it to a respectable hardness.
Finally, Polly wrapped her arms around his neck and her toned legs around his waist. Then she bent her head forward to whisper in his ear.
“Take me over to the wall.”
Lincoln had read enough of Lola’s book to know what Polly had in mind. Holding the girl up by her well-toned ass, he stood up and carried her over to a bare portion of wall next to the TV, pressing her up against it with his body.
“Put yourself inside me,” the girl whispered.
Later, Lincoln would marvel at having had his first experiences with oral, anal, and vaginal sex all in the same night, and with three different girls. At least, he would marvel for as long as he could avoid thinking about just how young those girls were.
But for Herb Spice, fucking a beautiful little girl against a hotel room wall was as natural as anything. So he didn’t hesitate to reach into the opening in the front of his paisley boxers, pull out his erect member, and position it against the slickly wet entrance of Polly’s hairless little puss.
“Here it comes,” he whispered.
“Aaaah!” Polly cried as Lincoln pushed into her.
“Mmmm,” Lincoln-as-Herb said. “You’re so nice and tight, Polly. I must feel big inside you.”
“Yes,” Polly gasped. “So big, and so good…”
Thus encouraged, Lincoln began thrusting slowly and steadily into the little girl. Polly made a soft, high-pitched panting whimper with every in-stroke.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Lincoln asked.
“Oh, yes,” the girl moaned in his ear. “Don’t stop…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Lincoln replied, saucy and confident.
***
Lynn, still in her black suit and tie, had been standing outside Pops Gonzalez’s hotel room door for several minutes now, listening intently for any sound that might indicate that Lana needed rescuing.
All of a sudden, Lynn heard a blood curdling yell that had to have come from Lana. Lynn backed up and was about to launch a flying kick at the door when she heard what Lana was screaming.
“Oh, yeah, give it to me!” the young girl was hollering. “Shove it up my bu- er, tushy! Harder! HARDER!”
Lynn looked around at the other bodyguards in the hallway. The one nearest her, the guy with the goatee, raised an eyebrow.
***
Having already cum three times that night had done a lot for Lincoln’s stamina. As a result, he had been fucking Polly against the wall for a good while. And throughout that time, Polly continued panting and whimpering with pleasure.
Eventually, though, those sounds, combined with the magnificent sensation of fucking the girl’s tight, prepubescent pussy, aroused Lincoln to the point where he needed to go faster. And Polly was clearly ready for the increase in pace, because when Lincoln started pounding her little ass against the wall again and again, her whimpers and moans turned into cries.
“Oh, yes! Yes, Mr. Spice! Push it in me!”
She communicated her enthusiasm with more than just her words: Her legs, slim but strong, pulled Lincoln into her over and over, matching his rhythm so perfectly that the force of his every thrust was almost doubled. It quickly became more than Lincoln could take.
“Oh, God,” he panted. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…CUM!”
He rammed into her one last time and came, shooting gout after gout of hot seed into the depths of the girl’s small body.
“YES!” Polly screamed. She clutched Lincoln with all four limbs as she came too.
When it was over, Lincoln’s arms felt like noodles from holding Polly up for so long. It took considerable effort to put the girl down without dropping her.
“That was wonderful,” Polly said sweetly. “Let me go wash up.”
She disappeared into the bathroom. Then, minutes later, she was out the door with a wink and a smile.
***
Pops Gonzalez’s room door opened, and Lana came ambling out in her Suzi Spice outfit. She was disheveled, but her face looked like that of a cat who had just caught and eaten a particularly tasty canary.
“Everything go okay in there?” Lynn asked quietly.
“Yup,” Lana replied with a grin. “But I think Mr. Gonzalez is gonna need to take five.”
From behind the door, Lynn heard a groan of exhaustion.
***
Lincoln, too, was feeling the effects of having had so much sex in so little time. He wasn’t sure how good a job he was doing of wearing the girls out, per Lola’s instructions, but he was definitely wearing himself out. He hoped he might have a few minutes—twenty or thirty would be nice—before the next contestant knocked on his door.
But that was not to be. Once again, Lincoln had only just finished cleaning himself up when the next door-knock came. And Lincoln didn’t even have to guess who it was.
“Hey, Mr. Spice,” a girl’s voice called seductively. “Wanna get wild?”
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